Drink to that (A Dark Harry Styles Fan Fic)

Chapter 11

Elias POV

I close my eyes brefiely and sigh when I open them back up looking at Harry. "Harry I-" I pause not being able to get my words out. "I just dont want to tell you." I say quietly, not that I dont trust him or anything its just hard for me to talk about. He huffed in annoynce and folded his arms across his chest leaving his tight shirt to wrap around his muscles. "Why?" He asked. I look down at my hands and shrug. "Why Elia?" He asked raising his tone slightly. I keep my head down still not responding. "God dammit Elia why can't you tell me?" He asked trying his best not to yell. "Because I don't like talking about it!" I yell. "I dont like to have to remember, ok? Thats why." Harry sighed and cleared his throat "You can't hide from the past forever Elia." He said. I sighed and closed my eyes again trying not to cry from the memories. "Are you sure you want to hear everything?" I ask having a couple tears drop from my eyes. "Yes." Harry said in an almost whisper. I give a shaky sigh "Well lets start from the very begging then. When I was five years old my brother had been diagniosed with austism, my dad and I were perfectly fine with it but my mom kept saying how she didn't want a 'Retard' as a son. She hated him, and I loved him. He was the best brother I could of ever had, before my mom did meth, she was hooked on cocaine. She would snort a line infront of him and tell him that hes making her do that, and its all his fault she's so fucked up. She would beat him, and I would try to stop her but I was too young and I couldn't help. I was his only friend, people would be scared of him because he would come to school with brusies and cuts, and I wouldn't. People thought he was trouble, when he really wasn't. My dad was hardly ever home, he was always working at his gym, and when he was home everyone acted like everything was fine, well expect for me. I would try and tell my dad about what had been happening but Jake would stop me, and tell me that it's ok dad doesn't need to know, and that he could handle it on his own. Jake was good at hiding his brusies from dad too, but even if dad saw them he thought it was just some rough play from being a boy. When my mom moved on to meth, thats when things got worse, no one was ever home. It was just Jake and I agaisnt the world. Whenever my mom was home she was either passed out or beating Jake. I was getting older and I could defend Jake better, but she still didn't stop, and he still wouldn't tell anyone. When Jake and I got into high school, he was known as the 'outcast' who had anger issues and would slit throats, when Jake was nothing like that, he was calm and kind, when I would try to tell people that he wasn't like that they would just laugh and think I was kidding. I had started going to parties, that's when I started drinking. I had met Ryan at one of the parties, and it turned out he loved alcohol too. He would take me to these wild parties, give me as many drinks as I wanted, and let me ruin myself, but I didn't know that thats what he was doing until it was too late. Then everything between Ryan and my brother happened. " I say finishing explaining everything. "Someone has to be told about your mom." He said. I look up at him with cold eyes "Harry I hate her, and I am exactly like her."

A/N Sorry short chapter, but I finially got another chapter done. I try my best to keep updated even though its been kinda long, but here you guys go, don't forget to vote and comment. Also inbox me if you have any questions or wanna talk :) Love you guys and Thank you guys soo much